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HELLO HOPE UR HAVING A NICE DAY! i would like to request a shinobu x fem!reader(she/her) :) ok so, this is when shinobu is in her past personality and kanae is still alive, reader has a crush on the grumpy shinobu and tries to court her but, shinobu denies all of the reader’s confessions because shes scared to be in a relationship considering the world theyre in. (obv reader doesnt give up but i wouldnt either) fast travel to kanaes death and reader tries to cheer shinobu up but suddenly shinobu just snaps at the reader (due to stress and overwhelmness) and tells reader to leave her alone for good and reader does just that. reader stops with trying to court shinobu and shinobu will lowkey miss the readers shenanigans and shinobu deeply regrets yelling at reader, so shinobu goes to reader and apologizes and they live happily ever after! I HOPE THAT WASNT TOO COMPLICATED! I TRIED TO MAKE IT SIMPLE BUT MY BRAIN IS IMAGINING SO MUCH AND I HAD RO GET THIS ONE OUT 😍 I LOVE ALL OF YOUR FICS AND YOUVE BEEN MY FAV SHINOBU WRITER IN TUMBLR! HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT -⭐️

A Trade of Equal Value

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: I had a pretty good time writing this one (even if I was still working on it at 2am last night lol)! The timeline is also kinda scuffed because I didn’t want to write in the four years between Kanae’s death and where Shinobu is mentally by the time Tanjirou and Co come around, but I still imagine her at the same age she is when the boys are introduced. I also got pretty angsty with Kanae’s death and Shinobu lashing out, but as usual, it turns out alright in the end.I feel like I should also note that Shinobu has a panic attack which I have bracketed with ‘~~~’. Shinobu even gets a little Gomez Addams-y at the end which I think is pretty nice if I do say so myself. Thanks for the request, I hope you like the result! Word Count: 4,906

“Shinobu, wait up!”

Shinobu exhaled audibly and Kanae giggled beside her, hooking her arm with Shinobu’s so that she couldn’t escape the other demon slayer quickly catching up to them.

“Be nice,” Kanae advised her.

“I’m plenty nice.” Shinobu whispered defensively. She enjoyed (Y/n)’s company more than most of the other people she had to deal with on a daily basis, but she was just getting back from a mission that lasted all night and she was too tired to cater to whatever scheme (Y/n) was cooking up this time.

“Shinobu!” (Y/n) caught up to the sisters and hugged Shinobu from behind, “And hello to you too, Kanae-san!”

“Hello, (Y/n)-chan, how was your night?” Kanae asked, nearly smirking as her rosy-cheeked sister attempted to free herself from (Y/n)’s embrace. (Y/n) showed Shinobu mercy by letting her go and walking at her side instead.

“Pretty quiet. Everything went alright on your end?”

“Just fine.” Kanae confirmed.

“Good! So, um, Shinobu,”

Oh gods, here she goes again… Shinobu braced herself.

“There is a street festival going on in downtown Tokyo tomorrow. Want to go check it out with me? As a date? Or not… whatever you are more comfortable with.”

“What a fun idea!” Kanae spoke on Shinobu’s behalf, “She’ll be happy to go with you!”

“Neesan!” Shinobu objected.

“Am I wrong?” Kanae pouted, “would you not like to spend time with (Y/n)? Should I maybe go with her instead? I wouldn’t mind getting out for the day.”

Shinobu turned her head so (Y/n) couldn’t see her face and scowled at Kanae. Never let it be said that Kanae couldn’t be as conniving as she was kind.

Shinobu had met (Y/n) during Final Selection. They had spent most of that hellish week together, quickly forming a rapport that continued even after they made it out of the wisteria forest. They went on missions together often and spent a lot of off time together too.

They grew very close, close enough that Shinobu’s mood would sour when (Y/n) wasn’t around. Close enough that Kanae felt the need to tease her about how close they walked together in the halls. Close enough that (Y/n) had confessed to Shinobu a few weeks ago and was now trying yet another courting attempt.

Shinobu enjoyed spending time with (Y/n), but if they became any closer than they already were and (Y/n) went out for a mission and never came back, Shinobu was afraid of where that would leave her. It was hard enough to lose people she had met in passing, friends, family… she didn’t want to know what it was like to lose a romantic partner too. She had already witnessed such a thing a few months back.

There was a fiancée of one slayer Shinobu had known in passing since she was a Kakushi. She had been sent to clean up a location before another demon was discovered in the area. Woefully ill-equipped to deal with the situation, she had lost her life.

When the slayer who was her betrothed had received the news, he deteriorated over the next three weeks before finally passing away in his bed at the Butterfly Estate. Shinobu had fumed over the loss.

“There was nothing wrong with him!” She had exclaimed heatedly, angry at the situation. She had been unable to find anything physically wrong with the young man in all the tests she had done.

Kanae smiled sympathetically and put her hands on Shinobu’s shoulders as they watched the Kakushi remove the covered body from the infirmary.

“Sometimes there is just no curing a broken heart,” She had replied.

“I’ll go.” Shinobu gave Kanae a warning glare when her lips split into a larger smile, then she turned back to (Y/n), making the girl jump at the intensity of her stare, “But it is not a date.”

(Y/n) closed her eyes briefly and exhaled softly through her nose before giving Shinobu a small shrug and a relaxed smile, “Understood.”

That’s how it always went. (Y/n) sweetly telling Shinobu she loved her with little gifts and proposed outings with intentions clear. It became as normal a part of their relationship as anything else they did together.

Time and time again, Shinobu would deny her, but always kept her close. She would never admit it, never give herself a moment to reflect on it, but every time (Y/n) expressed her interest in courting her, although Shinobu denied her at every turn, she always felt a sense of relief that (Y/n) was still interested in her.

There had been a few occasions where (Y/n) had gotten friendly with other people and put Shinobu on edge. These instances made her feel jealous and more irritable than what was common for the younger of the Kochou sisters, but (Y/n) always came back to her in the end, even if Shinobu had to do a little prodding behind the scenes.

Kanae had noticed one such occasion and gently scolded Shinobu for it.

“If you are not intending to pursue a courtship with (Y/n), you really mustn’t sabotage the potential for her to find someone who wants to do what you will not. That wouldn’t be fair. Don’t keep her heart if you are not going to share yours in return. Regardless of what you decide, you must treat (Y/n) well. Friend or lover. Do you understand, Shinobu?”

To be lectured by Kanae was truly humbling and even embarrassing to an extent. If Kanae actually scolded someone, one would assume they must have really deserved it. Which is why Shinobu grunted a quick, “yes”, with her eyes cast shamefully to the floor before all but stomping away.

So maybe she had gone a bit overboard interfering with (Y/n)’s sparring partner’s recovery training schedule, but in her defense, (Y/n) was her partner first. Even if she had been okay with back to back sessions, Shinobu didn’t want anything less than (Y/n)’s best when they sparred so that meant nameless-sparkly-eyed-touchy-slayer had to find something else to occupy their time.

Turning the corner after exiting Kanae’s room, she found (Y/n) waiting for her. Leaning against the wall with a couple of wooden swords in her hands, she offered one to Shinobu with a inquisitive look.

“Want to let off some steam?” She asked.

“Yeah,” Shinobu managed a small grin at the offer, taking the sword and ignoring the tingles that traveled through her body when their hands touched.

This was what she wanted, the same steadfast compatibility they had when they met in the forest. Nothing scary, just them in their most pure and uncomplicated form. Was that so wrong? Kanae shouldn’t judge Shinobu for wanting this… the only opinions that mattered in this instance were her own and (Y/n)’s, and perhaps that was true to an extent, but Kanae’s wisdom about treating (Y/n)’s heart with care should not have been so easily pushed to the back of Shinobu’s mind… because it would be the last time such advice left Kanae’s lips.

The preparations for Kanae’s funeral had simultaneously happened agonizingly slow and all too fast. The most time Shinobu had to process her sister’s death was probably in those moments holding her beaten and bloodied body waiting for the Kakushi to collect her from the battlefield. She had held her long enough to notice how her skin had gone cold as the sunrise broke over the hills much too late to save the Hashira from her unforgiving fate. The emptiness she felt when the Kakushi finally arrived and gently took Kanae’s weight off of her almost felt worse than the initial death.

But there was no time to dwell on that. There was work to do. Cremation, service, paperwork, becoming the head of the mansion and taking on all of the duties that entailed. Meetings with Oyakata-sama himself and his condolences and hopes for her moving forward. She had already been close to becoming eligible for a Hashira position herself, but she hadn’t thought she would soon be replacing her sister instead of sitting beside her.

~~~

When she could finally be alone, Shinobu collapsed onto the tatami floor of her bedroom and wept, Kanae’s haori tightly wound within her grasp. What would she do? What would she do without her? Her sister, who loved and understood her more than any other, gone with one last, rattling breath that even now echoed within Shinobu’s ears. Her own breathing now was too shallow, her eyes stung and she couldn’t see. Her stomach felt cold and heart twisted so viscously in her chest that she felt physically ill.

Hands suddenly wrapped around her biceps and she tried to pull away, still struggling to breathe. The hands left for but a moment before they returned, fingers touching more cautiously than before. Slowly running up and down her arms to her hands and then back up to shoulders and the back of her neck, continuing the motion repeatedly.

Over time, the static in her ears dissipated and she was able to hear a soft voice, urging her to breath. She suddenly felt so exhausted that she couldn’t keep herself upright and fell forward, but instead of the floor, forehead fell against something more solid, but not hard. The arms wrapped around her and the voice continued to coax her to breathe, now gently swaying her from side to side.

~~~

Shinobu had no idea how much time had passed when she finally had the strength to pull away, seeing (Y/n) looking over her with worry. It made her feel so small and powerless and… and angry.

“Why,” Shinobu rasped sharply, “are you here?”

(Y/n) flinched backward at Shinobu’s tone, swallowing a lump in the back of her throat before answering.

“With everything that happened, I was worried about you. I could hear you from the hall, you scared me.”

“So?” Shinobu spat, trying to get up, but her legs weren’t cooperating. (Y/n) reached forward to help her, “Don’t.” Shinobu quickly rebuffed.

(Y/n)’s hands returned to her lap, tightly clasped. “I’m sorry. I’ve never seen you like this before. Please, tell me how I can help.”

“I don’t want your help.” Shinobu growled. “Why, why can’t you just leave me alone? You just can’t take no for an answer, can you?” Shinobu wasn’t yelling, but the harshness of her tone was just as sharp in (Y/n)’s ears. “Help me,” She scoffed, though it sounded more like a whimper in her ears, making her more angry, “unless you can bring the dead back to life, stay the hell away from me.”

“Shinobu, please—“

Shinobu was so full of rage and anguish, her misdirected anger only became more pointed. The lack of control was eating at her, she felt like she was lost on treacherous seas, trying to stay afloat by dragging (Y/n) under the churning black water so that she could maybe get just one full breath without swallowing the salty brine. It would be so easy. The one thing that she could control.

“This isn’t something you can fix! This isn’t a fairy tale where you get the girl by saying a few sappy half-baked sentiments. How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want you?”

The words struck (Y/n) deeply, but she tried to power through, “That’s not why I’m here, Shinobu. I swear I’m not expecting anything to change. You’re hurting, and as your friend I—“

“You aren’t my friend!” Shinobu shouted. “Time and time again you ask to court me. Time and time again I refuse you. Your narcissism knows no bounds... The kindness you are attempting to show me is a forgery! A means to the end you keep badgering me for! You are reprehensible, a thorn wedged in my side, I can’t stand you, can’t you see that?! Leave!”

Shinobu’s heavy breathing was deafening in the quiet left behind by her words. Glaring down at (Y/n), she felt no lighter. No weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. In fact, as the sound of silence grew, the air around them only seemed to become thicker.

After stewing in the silence, (Y/n) attempted to speak. Her voice cracked on the first word and with it, Shinobu’s heart. She slowly got to her feet as if she had been physically beaten, avoiding Shinobu’s eyes as she turned away to wipe at her own.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered through a hitched sob that made Shinobu’s blood chill, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt like that.”

Tell her you don’t. Take it all back, hurry. Try to make it better. Don’t let her slip away too. A hurried whisper within Shinobu’s mind pleaded, but she found herself mute, still and rigid as a statue. Her mind was fuzzy, yet somehow working in overdrive, but she appeared to not have the means to do anything about it.

“I never wanted you to feel uncomfortable. It was hard enough asking the first time, I wouldn’t have asked again if Kanae-san,” another choked sob, “if she hadn’t encourage me to keep trying, if she hadn’t sounded so sure that you felt the same, I wouldn’t have bothered you after that...

Even so, I should have noticed how you really felt. I didn’t pay close enough attention, yet I still claimed to love you. I really am the worst, huh?”

Shinobu could see the terrible false smile (Y/n) wore as she slowly slid the door open and shuffled into the hall. The voice in Shinobu’s head screamed at her to move, to speak, to stop (Y/n) from slipping out of the room completely, but she still stood stubbornly frozen.

“I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone. I promise.”

The door closed, furthering the chasm between them and casting Shinobu’s room in darkness once more. She could hear (Y/n)’s footsteps fading, but instead of following, she slid back down to the floor in a strange state between wakefulness and unconsciousness. Not quite grasping the gravity of this event until much later when the other girls finally had her eating and sleeping properly again and she had some time to reflect.

(Y/n) had made good on her promise to leave Shinobu alone. When Shinobu had worked up the courage to find her and apologize for all the awful things she said nearly a month ago, the room that was all but officially (Y/n)’s was uniform with the other empty rooms spread across the mansion.

Kiyo had found her standing in the doorway and timidly approached.

“(Y/n)-san told us that she was going to ask the Stone Hashira if he was willing to take on another Tsuguko. Her crow sent us a letter a couple days later. She was accepted. The Kakushi helped relocate her belongings.”

“Oh.” Shinobu softly exclaimed, because what else could she say? It was either that or sink to the floor like a slug and Shinobu wasn’t quite ready to go that route yet.

“But now that you know, you could go talk to her. If you wanted to.” Kiyo cautiously added. She and the other girls may or may not have caught wind of what had happened, but were too nervous to try to interfere before now.

“Thank you, Kiyo. I think I will do just that.”

***

“Himejima-san, please.”

Shinobu couldn’t believe that Gyomei of all people was getting in her way of speaking to (Y/n). The man who had saved her and introduced her to a cultivator had been a father figure to her for years now and to have him standing in her way like he was now stung.

“It is not my decision to make,” Gyomei shook his head, still standing firm, “She does not wish to see you. Why that is, I do not know, but it is the decision she has made and one that I must honor.”

“I need to see her, it’s urgent.” She insisted.

“Is her health failing?”

“No.”

“Does she have a mission?”

“…No.”

“Then I see no reason to yield, young Kochou.” Gyomei shook his head woefully, “But I can tell this is important to you, if you have a message for her, I shall relay it for you if you are comfortable.”

Shinobu stared past Gyomei, looking longingly at the towering fence that enclosed his estate. She honed in on the sound of slayers training beyond the walls, hoping to hear (Y/n)’s voice among the shouts and grunts and clacking practice swords, but heard no such sound in the commotion.

“Can I write it out myself?” She asked Gyomei. He nodded.

“I will allow it… Again, I don’t know what this is about, but take time and care in writing what you want to say. You can send En by when you’ve completed your letter or hand it off to myself.”

“Very well. I shall do that.” With one last look at the tall fence, Shinobu turned to leave and Gyomei spoke up once more.

“Do not get disheartened if you do not get the results you hope for right away. Find a happy medium between patience and persistence and perhaps she will come around.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. Thank you.”

As soon as Shinobu got home, she locked herself in her office for hours and every attempted draft of apology could not even begin to touch on all she regretted. Her waste bin was overflowing by the time she had something that didn’t immediately make her want to rip the offending paper in two. Before she could change her mind, she sent En off with the letter and waited anxiously for a reply. Hoping beyond hope they could go back to where they were before. Shinobu needed that familiarity and stability. She craved it. Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait terribly long for a reply, but unfortunately it read,

I’m relieved to hear you are in a better place, but just as you have had time to reflect on that night, I have as well.

Your words that night hurt me in a way that I’ve never been hurt before, made worse by the fact that it was you who had said them to me.

Part of me wanted to be furious with you, I thought that I should be, but I wasn’t. I was empathetic to your loss and the new responsibilities that were thrust upon you. But even though I tried to convince myself that you lashed out because of the pressure, I believe there was some truth in what you had said.

If I could go back in time, I would have just kept my feelings to myself to spare us all the trouble. Despite this, I am happy that you hope to patch things up between us.

However, in my reflection, I came to the conclusion that even after all of this, I am still hopelessly in love with you despite everything. In the interest of preserving my heart, and saving you from the discomfort of my affections, I do not think it wise for us to reconnect. At least, not until I manage to get over you. I don’t know how long that will take, but given that not a waking hour passes that I don’t think about you, it probably won’t be any time soon.

I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable to read this, I’m just trying to be honest. Tell the girls I said hi, and please take care of yourself.

Wishing you the best,

(Y/n)

“Wishing you the best?” Shinobu hissed under her breath, the paper crinkling between the harsh pinching of her fingertips. “There is no best of me without you, idiot.”

Shinobu allowed herself time to cry, but not a lot. Gyomei’s words were still on her mind. If she wanted (Y/n) back, she wasn’t going to get her by crying, but now she needed to make a very important choice.

Continue to push for friendship, or confront the romantic feelings that she had fought like hell to keep hidden. Was accepting those feelings and the vulnerability the would bring worse than not having (Y/n) in her life at all?

“Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” Shinobu softly pondered the old proverb. Kanae had been a fan of the saying and Shinobu had never really understood the sentiment until now.

Though she was going to fight like hell to be worthy of the love she had lost and reclaim it once more.

***

“Another letter? En, that’s three just today. You don’t have to bend to her every whim.” (Y/n) fussed over the bird, setting her up with fresh water and seed.

“It is important to Shinobu, so it is important to me.” The loyal crow proudly stated, though she was very grateful for (Y/n)’s continued hospitality.

“Just try not to over do it.” (Y/n) sighed and unfurled the letter, quickly catching the pressed flowers within and quietly cursing as bits of the brittle plants flaked off and fell to the floor. She carefully paced the dried flowers on her desk and scanned over the letter, finding it to be another poem. “What is she trying to achieve here? Why is she doing this?”

“To win back your trust, your heart,” En cocked her head left and then right, “Is it not obvious? Should I suggest being more direct?”

“Why does she want my heart so badly all of the sudden?” A bit of irritation slipping into her tone, “Is it something she wants to seal up in a jar? Bet she’d enjoying having it up on a shelf in the lab. Maybe a paper weight on her desk.”

“You humans vex me,” En’s feathers ruffled, “just give each other something shiny and make up.”

“If only it were that simple.” (Y/n) murmured, finishing her curt response to Shinobu’s poem, denying her a visit once again. She then placed the letter beside En. “You can take your time heading back, and if she tries to insist on a fourth delivery today, turn her down for the good of your health.”

En released a low caw that could only be interpreted as a scoff. Promptly scooping up the letter and taking her leave, passing Gyomei in the hallway.

“(Y/n), is all well? You are late for training.”

(Y/n) winced, “I’m so sorry Master. I got distracted.”

“Kochou-san again?”

“Yes…”

“And you still will not see her?” (Y/n)’s silence was answer enough. “Why?”

“I guess when it comes right down to it, I’m scared. Whether it’s me putting my own heart out there, or her actively trying to obtain it, I feel like it will inevitably end the same and I don’t think I could go through that again.”

Gyomei hummed thoughtfully, “I think I understand your concerns. Matters of the heart are certainly not easy. Especially when it has already been hurt before. I’m sure you will make your peace with her soon, but I pray that peace and satisfaction will find you sooner.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Can I expect you to join the rest of your peers for training now?”

“Of course!”

“Wonderful. I expect you to have two boulders beaten down to gravel by nightfall.”

(Y/n)’s shoulders slumped and she suppressed a groan.

“Yes, sir.”

This would be a long day…

***

Shinobu halfheartedly paged through the new medicinal tome that had arrived the day prior. She had been eagerly anticipating its arrival for months, but now with En’s latest return proving she had failed to entice (Y/n) once again, she hardly had the motivation.

She was surprised when Gyomei’s crow, Zekka, came to perch at her window some hours later. She took the letter from his beak and he quickly flew off. He was not expecting a reply, she supposed. She unfurled the textured paper and scanned the punched message which simply read,

The best way to receive what it is you are looking for, is to give something of equal value in return.

Himejima Gyomei

“Really, Himejima-san, is this supposed to be a riddle?” Shinobu shook her head, but a determined spark lit up her eyes and she got to work.

***

(Y/n) slumped to the ground, uncaring that she was resting in a pile of rubble. She had destroyed the boulders just as the sun had sank behind the mountains, but at what cost? Himejima seemed nice, but his training was beyond brutal. If the secret of Stone Breathing was to make one’s arms as heavy and stiff as stone, (Y/n) was surely going to be a Master in no time. Her eyes drooped shut. It wouldn’t be the first time she took a dirt nap after training, but an insistent voice was preventing that.

“Hello, hello, please don’t fall asleep out here, (Y/n). I could probably name ten different reasons why it would be a horrible decision.”

Cold hands prodded at her face and sore arms, making her groan in protest and try to shimmy away.

“If you don’t massage and stretch now, you are going to be completely immobile tomorrow. Which may be helpful actually, at least then you won’t be able to run away from me.”

(Y/n) heard her arm crack and pop, which would have have alarming except it felt like a relief. She cracked opened her eyes, soon blown wide open when she realized who was busy cracking and rotating her aching wrist. If her heart had ever raced when she saw Shinobu (which it did) it was sprinting now. Damn traitorous organ never learned.

“What are you doing here? How are you here?” She whispered, not even because she was pretty sure she was dehydrated, but because it just felt appropriate to whisper.

“Jumped over the fence.” Shinobu answered casually, taking her time cracking (Y/n)’s knuckles and massaging her palm now, “Though I’m sure Himejima-san is well aware of my presence and wouldn’t have minded me using the front gate this time around. And for your first question, I’m here for you.”

“Shinobu, I told you that I—“

“—I have something I want to give you formally. What you decide to do from there is completely your choice. I know I have always asked a lot of you, but please allow me this once more.”

“…Okay.” Even after nearly four months of separation, (Y/n) found herself still unable to deny her. In her mind, this did not bode well for what little progress she thought she had made.

“Thank you.”

Shinobu stoked her thumbs over the palm of (Y/n)’s hand before bringing it to her chest, placing it over her heart and holding it there with both hands.

“Wh-what are you doing?” (Y/n) squeaked, trying to inch her palm higher, somehere above Shinobu’s clavicle and not quite so close to the swell of her chest, but Shinobu held firm.

“Do you feel that?” She asked.

“What am I supposed to be feeling?!”

“My heartbeat, of course. Can’t you feel it? It’s beating rather hard right now.”

It was hard to pay attention to anything other than her own racing heart if she was honest. Besides, a hand to someone’s chest wasn’t the best way to find a pulse. Shinobu of all people should know that.

“Maybe this will help.”

(Y/n) let Shinobu shift their positions around, mostly because she was still stiff and her body was refusing to cooperate with her own wishes. After a bit of maneuvering, she found her cheek resting on Shinobu’s chest instead, a speedy and strong drumbeat pressed against her ear.

“Is that better?” Shinobu asked.

“Why are you doing this?”

“To show you that you are not alone, that this is the power you have over me. My heart is yours, it always has been, but I’m giving it to you formally now.”

“Shinobu, I can’t—“

“I don’t expect you to give yours in return, I know I don’t deserve it yet, but I hope to one day. Will you allow me the honor of courting you. You owe me nothing, but I beg of you to allow me the chance to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“Why the change of heart?”

“Because losing out on the moments we could have while living together is more frightening to me than death itself. I don’t know how much time either of us has, but I want to spend it all with you.”

(Y/n)’s breath caught in her throat and her eyes began to water. A quiet sob shook her shoulders and she felt Shinobu’s arms tighten around her. She was so doomed. Try as she might, her heart was very clear. It belonged to Shinobu, no matter what she decided to do. That didn’t mean she couldn’t make her really work for it though.

“Alright, I accept,” (Y/n) sniffed, “you may court me.”

Shinobu gasped softly then took (Y/n)’s hand from her lap, kissing the back of it while locking eyes with her. The intensity of her stare sent a shiver down (Y/n)’s spine.

“I cannot thank you enough for this opportunity. The same one I had denied you of several times in the past. The goddess my heart is devoted to is a merciful one. How unworthy I am of your blessing.”

“I think you have been reading too much poetry.” (Y/n) spoke in a strained whisper, flustered by Shinobu’s intensity. She had never imagined she could be like this.

“Oh this is only the beginning,” Shinobu declared, a purple flame burning in her eyes more vibrantly than any chemical reaction could produce, “You best prepare yourself.”

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rainstops · 7 months

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pen meets paper, head meets pillow

alhaitham x gn!reader

summary: you overwork yourself, but you really had to get a good grade on this test. clearly alhaitham cared more about your wellbeing than you did yourself.

a/n: based on true events!! minus the fact that i have a boyfriend to take care of me

It was late, yet you were unsure of how late exactly. not like it mattered to you anyways. all that mattered was that test tomorrow.

being a student, has often left you feeling dumb. especially around most of your friends who immediately understood any topic. your grades were average at best, and you could not let them drop by any chance. sure you were good at a lot of things, that a lot of people were not good at, but why could you just not get better grades? no matter how hard you tried, how much you believed you finally understood the current topic on hand, you were never pleasently surprised.

thats why you were grateful for your boyfriend. even if sometimes, people made you feel stupid, alhaitham has never made you feel that way. quite the oposite - whenever you needed it, he was more than happy to help you and explain anything you needed to know.

he was just in the room right next to yours, but you couldnt ask him for help. it was the middle of the night and he was sleeping.

just a little more you thought.

just another hour or two and then-

"hey why arent you in bed", alhaitham was standing behind you, hair messy and a sleepy yet concerned expression resting on his face. seeing alhaitham worries or concerned, was pretty new to you. sure sometimes he was worried about things, but never did he really let it show.

"i have a test tomorrow", you replied, as if that explained why you were disregarding how tired your brain and your body were. you were neglecting your health, and alhaitham seemed to be more aware of it than you were. "so? you need to sleep [name]. a test isnt nearly as important as your health", alhaitham looked down at what you were writing. papers were spread all over your desk, messy notes, graphs, pictures and at least two books. or maybe three. you couldnt really tell under the mess.

but alhaitham realy grew concerned when he saw your face. your eyes were sleepy as never before, and as equally teary. why you were crying, you didnt even know yourself. maybe it was because you were tired, or maybe because you didnt really understand the topic.

without another word alhaitham started cleaning up your desk, collecting the papers and put them into a neat pile on the side of your desk.

"hey- wait im not done-", alhaitham did in fact not stop. he continued closing the books and collecting all the pencils you had used.

as much as you wanted to protest, as much as you wanted to tell him that you needed to study more, you knew he wouldnt hear it. and surely you were also too tired to actually do anything against it.

"alhaitham i cant fail this test, i need to get at least a C. if i dont-"

"if you dont go to sleep youre not going to get even a C, because your brain wont have enough rest, and youre not going to get a good grade no matter how much you study", alhaitham didnt want to hear what you were going to say. maybe if he wouldnt have cut you off, he wouldve never heard the end of it.

"come on, go to sleep", reluctantly, you got up from your chair, and alhaitham took you by the hand, to lead you to your bedroom.

when he turned to look at you, you were rubbing your sleepy eyes. even when you were tired, you were just so cute, alhaithams heart skipped a beat. and he was so glad he was there - he didnt even dare to think how many times you had put yourself through this while he wasnt there.

you layed down on your soft bed, and under the cold sheets, but alhaithams warm body made up for the weird feeling off the cold against your skin. his arms wrapped around your waist, and he somewhat burried his face in your shoulder.

a few minutes had passed, in comfortable silence and just listening to each others soft breaths and heartbeats.

"[name], please dont overwork yourself like that. its not good for you", you were already asleep when he said that.

a/n: storytime,, today i collapsed in school because i overworked myself for a test... i fucked up the test anyways...

#rainstops #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham

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lucifersloveydoveyhomie · 6 months

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“Lucifer would be a strict dad”

*WRONG BUZZER SOUND*

HE IS A SOFTIE☝🏼🗣️🔥‼️

Nah he would be those dads that would be stern and tell mc to be more stern with the kids and how soft they are with them, u cant spoil them, etc…just to turn around and spoil them😭

I can see yall kinda fight about that and also how he tries to discipline them but caves😭

“Ur grounded for a week” but 3 days later would let them go out with friends since they behaved and if the child learned their lesson

Yk like thise bald dads that spoil their daughters? Ya he is that mf

He would act cool and collected but his camera roll, facebook, and even on his desk is filled with pictures of ur kids.

I can see him spoil them but also be stern when needed, he would be kinda controlling like he was and is with his brothers but would also watch from afar and let the kids be independent on their own.

He does kinda play favorites with his brothers but considering how that went with how mammon turned out he wouldnt play favorites with his kids.

Hell, when u take the baby home he jumps to help, even when stressed from work he would say “i can handle it” and huff as he conforted the baby.

When u guys have date nights he has a printed schedule all the way down to play time and their diets, the babies being half human he would want to ensure they grow up strong and live long happy lifestyle. So he would be stern with his brothers when they baby sit his kids.

Knowing diavolo, he would be a great uncle for the kids, he is that uncle that spoils them and mammon aswell. Hell, all the brothers would AND if he was nagging his kids the brothers would tell him to be easy on the child😭

I can also see him teaching the kids how to play piano and having little concerts in the music room with the fsmily to watch.

U would walk in on him baby talking to the baby and he will gaslight u that it was just the wind, he would tell ur kid that no they cant have that expensive toy…but like two weeks later when u come home what do u see? The damn toy, and lucifer saying “i just came across it on sale” or some other lame excuse 😭

Yes we can see that with his brothers he is stern but he spoils them and cares for them deeply.

And when the kids get pouty or filled with attitude he knows how to not escalate, as we seen with how he handled satan.

I also can see Lucifer being very soft with his daughter, help her with her dresses and also somewhat spoil her.

100% a daddies girl but i bet he has daddy issues so if yall had a son he would be sure to go easy on him to

Even so he is always sure to discipline them when he knows they need it.

The day he drops them off at kindergarten, he comes back with them in his arms with candy, him saying how “they arent ready yet” or “i was already late so its best they start tomorrow” so u have to take them the next day.

Doctor appointments?? Bro has u take them, he cant handle them crying when they get their shots.

Overall, mans wouldnt be the stern cold dad i seen people headcanon him as, cause with the brothers we already seen he knows how to handle kids but just doesn’t wanna be a softie, like with luke, he teases him and when stressed he does it to relax. he had to raise and handle several of them for god knows how long and honestly they all turned out amazing. And if he was so cold and strict im sure the brothers wouldn’t be as goofy as they are with him

So i wanted to make this to do my man some justice ☝🏼

#obey me nightbringer #lucifer obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer headcanons

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midnightbrightside · 10 days

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I’m desperate to your immaculate takes on Krisnix from that one ask—what do you think about 2 and 39 (bonus if the little animals get thrust upon them…it’s Trucy who brings home a box of kittens or something)

ayyy thank you im glad you like my krisnix thoughts!

2- What would they do if the other woke up in a manic state after a nightmare?

when phoenix has nightmares kristoph holds him as he sobs, gently shushing him and saying it was just a dream. phoenix grips kristoph's arms tight to ground himself and it sometimes leaves bruises. kristoph always points them out in a "look what i put up with for you" kind of way that fills phoenix with shame. "really, phoenix, what would you do without me?"

when kristoph has a nightmare he needs to be completely alone but also held as tightly as possible, he also stops speaking. phoenix holds his hands but kristoph snatches them away like the touch burns him and he looks up with wide, scared eyes. so phoenix keeps his distance and encourages kristoph to breathe deep until he stops shaking. then he asks kristoph if he wants to talk about it, kristoph shakes his head. phoenix then asks if he wants a hug, kristoph croaks out very quietly "im not... a child" and phoenix nods "you're not" and holds out his arms. kristoph collapses into them.

39- Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?

i got too excited abt this one. gonna put everyone one my "kristoph loves animals" agenda.

trucy comes back home absolutely drenched by the rain holding a box of 6 sopping wet abandoned kittens. she begs phoenix to let her keep them and it absolutely breaks phoenix heart to say "we dont have the space or the money for everything they need. it's late so we can keep them for tonight but we'll have to take them to a shelter tomorrow, im sorry, sweetheart." trucy is NOT happy about it. in true preteen fashion she takes them to her room and starts planning all the ways she, a 12 year old, could raise 6 kittens. phoenix sighs and starts searching what he should feed them, just for tonight.

kristoph arrives later on to pick phoenix up for a date, sees the little furballs meowing around the apartment, and immediately starts fussing.

"these poor babies! where did you find them, and why are they so filthy?"

phoenix explains whats going on and adds "we tried to give them a bath but..." he holds up his arms to show the scratches.

kristoph scoffs, "really, phoenix, you dont have nearly the means nor the knowledge to take care of one animal let alone six." he looks down to where trucy is sitting, playing with the kittens with a makeshift toy made of scrap cloth, and frowns.

"well, first of all, kris: ouch. i was actually thinking we could maybe keep one-"

trucy interrupts from the floor "THREE at LEAST!"

"- and secondly, as i said, we are going to take them to a shelter first thing tomorrow" he looks so apologetic, so sad.

"Absolutely not" Kristoph snaps, "the local shelters are overrun as it is, to say nothing of how they are managed. I wouldnt trust them with these poor creatures either." he looks like hes thinking about something, "Trucy, dear, have you noticed if these kittens are injured or perhaps sick?"

trucy perks up and lists how each cat is faring, which ones are walking funny and points out how one of them has a weird spot near it's eye. as she's rattling off each one's ailments, phoenix notes that she's already named them and his heart melts a little more.

kristoph tuts, "we'll have to take them to the vet then, we can get them microchipped while we're there. vongoles' carrier should be big enough for the journey, oh, she would make an excellent mother..." he almost sounds like he's thinking out loud.

"so we're keeping them???" Trucy beams.

kristoph explains that they're not old enough to be separated from their siblings yet and that she and Phoenix dont have the space to care for all of them, but he is more than happy to take them until they are ready to go to a good home. he shoots a sharp glare at phoenix as he says "typically, cats adjust to a new home much better when adopted in pairs", phoenix gets the memo.

the next day they take the kittens to the vet and kristoph buys all the supplies he could need. over the next few weeks he nurses them back to health and trucy drops by almost every day after school to see how they're doing and play with them. phoenix knew that kristoph liked animals, but it's something else to see this 6'1 icicle of a man dote on these tiny creatures, he even calls them by the names trucy gave them. in moments like these he doesnt seem dangerous at all.

and vongole LOVES them, she's so excited when she first sees them she barely knows what to do with herself. kristoph was right, she makes a great mother. phoenix finds everyone's energy infectious, he buys food, 2 cat beds, some toys, other supplies, and when the time comes he asks kristoph about the kittens.

"sorry, Phoenix, i already found good homes for them" kristoph smiles apologetically and phoenix's heart drops, "i didnt even know you wanted one, i know trucy did, but you didnt seem too enthused. perhaps it's for the best, you dont have the means to take care of a pet." oh.

trucy is miserable. phoenix feels like hes dissapointed her. kristoph is smug as all hell.

#just in case anyone forgot the type of guy phoenix is dealing with here....#ill reblog with an alt ending tho #krisnix #kristoph gavin #phoenix wright #ace attorney #ace attorney headcanon #ask #anon #mine #my fic

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possibilistfanfiction · 5 months

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I love Beatrice feels about Avas gender identity (or lack of). And how, for Beatrice, her womanhood is still an important part of her, even if she expresses that part differently than other women. And how Bea is just down for the ride when Ava experiments with their gender expression, just endless support and love and just letting Ava try out whatever they want. Like the scene with the binder, Ava wasnt visibly uncomfortable or weirded out, she just said that it wasnt something for her, and Bea never discouraged her of trying it out by telling her that she wouldnt like it, or other masculine things that fit better, like the suit. So yeah, thanks for having someone like Ava who doenst give a fuck about how she "should" dress and act as told by society and then Beatrice, for whom womanhood is still an important part of, but she puts her personal own spin on it, so she still feels like herself and happy. So, yeah you said you already have two butch!Bea prompts, so I just wanted to request a Avatrice fic with some happy gender expressions/feels it doesnt have to be butch!Bea AU, if you want. But yeah, I love how you write Beas butch style but still in touch with her womanhood. (And of course her kicking ass in Aikaido class ;) )

‘wow,’ you say, a little breathless. ava grins, spins around in their tuxedo slacks and button down with the sleeves rolled up to their elbows, an old binder of yours that’s loose on them but still offers some compression underneath, paired with patent leather loafers and a tie loose around their neck. they’ve slicked their hair back neatly and are grinning, arms outstretched. ‘you look amazing.’

‘yeah?’

‘of course,’ you say, as if there was any other possibility. ava wraps her arm around your waist and looks in the mirror at the both of you together: it’s a little different, because you’re used to ava in the dresses and crop tops and flowy pants he loves, an old favorite pair of overalls — but it’s, like, really, really hot. you’ve learned through your friends and therapy and ava’s own deep exuberance around queerness that you really are in love in so many of its forms, the textures it takes and allows; while you feel much, much better and safer and more comfortable and at ease in yourself when you’re in loose, easy pants, your chest flat, your hair short, you have never begrudged ava their expansion. they’ve seen so, so much, lived through more pain than anyone should ever have to, so everything about them, even at their most annoying, is beautiful to you.

‘if i wore a packer into a cathedral, do you think i would be struck down or something?’

it takes a second too long for your brain to get unstuck from the heat that races down your spine; ava smirks. ‘are you —‘ unfortunately your voice comes out a little strangled and you have to regroup — ‘are you wearing one?’

‘nah,’ ava says. ‘thought about it, but these pants are kinda tight and if i have to sit through some dumbass pomp and circumstance at the vatican i’m at least going to be comfortable.’

you hum, the best you can do.

‘maybe i’ll wear it tomorrow with that new skirt i got in madrid though,’ she says, far too casual for the victorious expression on her face.

‘well, you do know god best.’

‘that’s so true,’ ava says, preening again and then turning toward you. ‘gender expression, totally cool with god, if you can believe that.’

‘i suppose i can.’ ava’s smirk softens into an easy smile, one you revel in every time it’s for you, the way sunflowers turn toward the sun.

‘plus, this little vest situation you have going on is, like, so hot. god can’t begrudge me your arms, not after all i’ve done.’

you huff at their obvious delight in flustering you, but it’s summer and very hot and, really, the light sweater vest you’d picked out to go with your very church-appropriate slacks is also quite tame.

‘i love you,’ they say, softening again, and kiss your cheek. ‘now, let’s go scandalize some conservatives, shall we?’

you laugh, unable to resist ava’s warmth, again and again. ‘we shall.’

#wn fic #avatrice fic #prompts #wn #avatrice #smth smth ava modeling her look off of nate from gossip girl but w a side of slutty blair i can't explain further but u get it #another silly one esp for those of u in my inbox BEGGING for masc ava lol this is p much all i got #butch bea 🥺🫡

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Heya! Just stumbled upon this account and I just wanted to say that I already adore your writings!!(even if it's just two(?) so far-) So I decided to make a request:D It's a bit of a silly one, but Kanade and Mizuki(separate please!) x reader hcs playing UNO with them, like, the card game wahahjsha This is mostly random, but I'll be glad if you'll be able to do it! Just don't rush yourself, please..(^^;)

⠀⠀ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏⠀⠀ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏⠀⠀ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏uno. . ? like the card deck game ? ?

UNO! - prod. honakito

posted as : request

chars. : a. mizuki , y. kanade

type : x g/n ! reader

scenario : playing uno with them ( headcanons )

taglist : @finanah ( ask to be added )

notes : first of all ignore the header second of all i love this idea so much i had to immediately do it since my brain was like a tornado of ideas what the hell,,, and i still have a request to do that is probably older than my account (not really its from 2 days ago i just like taking my sweet time) + a recent one ,, still, thank you for requesting a different character! enjoyy ^_^

notes 2 : i was thinking of, once im done with the requests, posting analysis of different pjsk characters and card sets? i already have two ideas of this type of posts, and i think i have enough time, since i skipped school today, will skip tomorrow and wednesday is a free day thats awesome

date : 21 / 01 / 24 - 22 / 01 / 24

a. mizuki

literal uno expert.

they get competitive so quickly. i can feel it.

theyre also the definition of a ‘ its only okay when i do it ‘ person. like , for example , if you played a +4 card , they’d mockingly let out a loud whine for giggles. but if they have a +4 or +2 too , get ready to see a mischievous grin paint their face. theyd take this as a competition they have to win.

i feel like theyd trick you with their facial expressions and actions. lets say , you switch the color to one they have lots of cards of. theyd let out a surprised gasp while laying down on you a reverse card, two skip cards and a +4 card.

half of it , they’re determined to win. if theyre feeling nice tho , mizuki will play easy for you. that lasts the total of maximum 2 rounds tho , they have a streak to maintain.

most of the time , you cant win for your dear life. if you do get lucky tho , they will jokingly get upset , but is actually pleasantly surprised! guess their talent sticked off to you.

i kind of imagine mizuki remaking the whole decks design when bored. like your own version of uno. the jirai keified version. like those making [thing] coquette.

about how frequently you’ll play tho? i think atleast once a month. even more , if you ask. they mostly play whenever theyre feeling sad tho , one game of uno with you lifts their spirits up and boosts their ego for the day higher than an americans appetite.

‘ heh heh heh… i won again! ‘ , , , ‘ i get it mizuki , i get it. ‘

y. kanade

genuinely never played uno before.

ok , that’s exaggerating now , isnt it?

kanade surely played uno before with nightcord in empty sekai. it being , ofcourse , mizukis idea. its not like shes an absolute pro at it tho.

but shes not incapable of not understanding the rules , either. she’d take a strategy and maximum beat you 3 times. maximum. i feel like you’d be the better one.

i feel like you wouldnt play so frequently , only when you so happen to be over while kanades taking a break from composing. so things wouldnt get awkward , you always bring a card deck of uno with you.

if your relationship is established after the ‘ saying goodbye to my masked self ‘ event , mafuyu would oftenly join your game by kanades invitation. if youre lucky enough to catch honami unoccupied , dont be shy to call her too! the more the merrier.

even so , she does not care about the winner at all. kanades just happy to spend some quality time with you, even if its over uno. which leads me to think you’d let her win on purpose sometimes. her eyes sparkle a bit whenever she does get the victory over you , it is a scenery you cannot get enough of.

‘ hm? i won… ‘ , , , ‘ great job, kanade! ‘

i love hashtag skipping school ALSO please read notes 2 ok thanks ,,

dividers arent mine ; credits to the rightful owners on TUMBLR

#written : surpassed angelic #mizuki akiyama #kanade yoisaki #project sekai #project sekai colorful stage #x reader #pjsk x reader #pjsk x you #pjsk #kanade yoisaki x reader #mizuki akiyama x reader #kanade pjsk #mizuki pjsk

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puppiesandnightlock · 5 months

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Link: A Robin's Song (Chapter 3)

Summary and age information found here

Two years ago, July.

“DAMIAN!!” Jon pounced on him the moment he opened the door, shoving a little plastic card in his face.

“Jon-” He shoved the taller boy off of him, snatching the card and reading it over. “Holy shit, you actually did it!”

“SWEAR JAR!” a little voice came from inside the house.

Both ignored it in favor of the growing excitement between the boys, Damian feeding off of Jon’s hyper attitude.

“WE'RE GOING TO MALIBU!” Jon shrieked. “I told your dad yesterday and my parents said yes a while ago cause they thought i wouldnt get it but guess what i did and SUCK IT MOM AND DAD CAUSE I HAVE A DRIVER’S LICENSE !”

“To be fair, you did crash a few cars. And failed your learner’s permit test, like five times.”

“Shut up, you promised not to bring that up.”

“I didn’t promise .”

“Whatever, D, nothing is bringing my mood down, so get your butt in gear and pack your stuff cause we’re heading for Cal-i-fornia tomorrow!!”

“We’re literally going to be there for like five hours, Jon.”

“Literally nothing you say is making me less excited!” He beamed at him, making Damian's stomach flip pleasantly.

That had been happening much too often lately for his liking.

“Alright, alright.” Damian huffed, but not before turning a genuine smile, soft and sweet towards Jon.

“Seriously, though. Congratulations, I’m proud of you. I know you worked hard.”

Jon flushed, Damian assuming it was from the praise.

“T-Thanks, D. See you tomorrow?”

“See ya, J.”

Damian shoved his backpack into the Kent’s car, Jon grinning like a maniac as both of their families surrounded them.

“Riding the waves up in Malibu!” Kon sang, bouncing around with Cass and Steph.

“They really get, get to you!” Tim joined in, the four of them singing loudly and off key.

“So let's give it up for those L.A. boys!” They finished off, laughing with each other. Damian turned to Jon, whispering.

“How long is this phase going to last?”

“Excuse me, Damian, the Victorious soundtrack is iconic.” Jon gasped, the perfect portrayal of offense.

“Iconically stupid.”

Insulted gasps sounded from all around him.

Dammit, he forgot he was surrounded by preteens.

After much bedraggling and hugs and kisses for their parents, (“We are merely driving two hours away, we will return alive, I promise.”) the two set out on the drive, turning up the radio and singing even louder.

They spent the whole day on the beach, wandering the shops beachside, sharing a better version of the strawberry ice cream they’d get at school. Both had even gotten hit on, and offered a few numbers to each other's amusement.

As they drove into their small town and pulled up into Damian’s driveway, unlocking the car.

“Had a lot of fun today.” Damian smiled, letting his hand rest on top of the other’s. “Thanks, J.”

“N-Not a problem, D. Thanks for coming.” Jon stumbled over his words, the tips of Damian’s fingers brushing over his.

Damian ran inside, blushing red. He didn't dare look back, although, if he had, he would have seen the blue eyes he’d loved so much staring back at him, lovesick grin and flushed red face to complete the deal.

Present day

The raven-haired teen watched his friend worriedly. “Are you okay? You look sick.”

“I’m…I’m so happy for you!” He croaked, throat dry. His face had drained of blood, a woozy feeling coming over him. Putting up a brave face, he bumped his shoulder with Jon’s, forcing the smile so wide it hurt physically.

“You can tell me all the details later, I don't want to be late for class.” He moved his backpack so that it hung on one shoulder, quickly speed walking towards the hallways. Jon trailed after him, chattering excitedly per usual.

“It was so romantic, Dami, just like I planned! We’re going out for almost three weekends straight!”

Damian felt his heart drop, and as it hit the bottom it cracked in half, pouring out all the memories and weekend plans they’d had together.

“You’ll be free for the new movie coming out in a few months, right?”

This franchise was the most important thing to them, something they bonded over as children and even now knew every bit of lore it offered, and as preteens even collaborated on a fanfic, although their current persons have burned it from their minds. To miss even the latest picture between the two of them was a travesty.

“Course! I would never dare miss it, D, I'm sure Haisley will understand when I tell her!” Jon chirped.

The bell rang, and Jon’s joy filled eyes were all he saw as he turned and ran towards his classroom, the knowledge that that emotion would never be because of him burning in the back of his mind.

A few weeks after that, Damian had been finding new ways to avoid not just Haisley, but the couple as well. He could only be with Jon for a bit every day before the conversation turned to Haisley, which both pained and irritated the pining boy to no end.

For the first time, Damian had felt a surge of unpleasant emotions towards the girl, sometimes so strong he nearly classified it as hate.

The thing that kept him from doing that was coincidentally the same thing that brought him back towards Jon.

He was sneaking out of the library, unceremoniously shoving his sketching pad inside his backpack when a flash of deep brown caught him and he was met with Haisley’s dashing blue eyes.

“Hello, Damian.”

“H-hi?” He stuttered, surprise and confusion clouding him.

“Can we talk?” She asked innocently, although to anyone else it would have sounded dangerous.

“Make it quick, Parker, I have things to do.” He muttered, having regained his senses. The challenging air surrounded them, and Damian deflected, presenting his confident, nearly arrogant air, his head filled with snappy comments and snarky responses, ready to fire on command.

She had her own way of doing this, seeing as she seemed to be the challenger. Poised and ready like a snake, with all the grace and intimidation of a lioness.

“It’s about Jon.” She said after a moment, surrendering first.

He dropped his quickly after, turning defensive. “What about him? I won’t have you hurting him, and if you do I most certainly will not have a hand in it.”

Her eyes widened, and she was quick to steer him away from the negative. “No, no, it’s not what you think!”

She looked down rather bashfully, Damian contemplating whether or not this was genuine or a manipulative tactic.

“You’re his best friend and he trusts you and your judgment over anyone’s, more than mine or even his parents. You’re super important to him, and that means your words carry a lot of weight. You are said to be a good judge of character, and I just wanted to ask…if you approved? I know it's not like the olden days where you ask for things like that but-”

He let her ramble on as he mulled over her words. What she had asked was kind, considerate and only would have been thought of by someone completely genuine.

Goddammit.

“Haisley!” He cut her off. “Yes. yes, i’m okay with it, you’ll be...a very good match for him.”

The last few words were spit out like gravel in his mouth, somehow gone unnoticed by the girl as she smiled brightly and leaped up to hug him, before letting go quickly and scurrying off, but not before calling “Thank you so much!”

That would be that, he assumed, after screwing his whole love life over. There was no possible way he could hate Haisley, no matter how much he wished to despise her, due to one simple little question asked with all the innocence of a puppy.

It would have all been easier if he only had to talk to her every now and then, only for formalities and necessity, but she persisted, and he was weak to the joyful looks Jon would give when he saw the two getting along.

Haisley would start conversations and he would mostly tune them out, adding a ‘mhm’ and ‘yeah wow’ every few minutes. He only started paying attention after she said something that caught him off guard.

“Repeat that, sorry?” It was about the latest date she and Jon had gone on, and under normal circumstances, he would never listen to this.

“Oh, we went for ice cream, and shared a strawberry one! Watching the sunset and everything, it was so romantic.” the girl gushed.

His throat felt like sandpaper as he swallowed, painful sparks of some emotion starting to sprout.

“Ah...sounds amazing..”

That was HIS thing to do with Jon, something they did less of now but used to when they were younger.

He began paying more attention to her talks, spotting more and more similarities.

“He took me to a beach in Malibu!”

“We just stayed inside that day, watched Glee!”

“I forgot my jacket and we couldn't go out that first date. He gave me his, and I knew he was a keeper!”

These, all of these things, were Jon-and-Damian things, not Haisley-and-Jon things. These were their things to do, their pastimes, their comfort late at night, their history…all of it was being taken and twisted into stupid, STUPID , dates.

(And maybe, throughout this bout of anger, the thoughts that it could have been him in Haisley’s place, could have been him laughing at the stupid jokes and the ice cream on the tip of his nose and the jacket that was too big for him.)

The entirety of this time, after such talks like these with her, he would take out a writing pad and scribble on it, the hurt overwhelming the anger.

Towards the last talk, he’d formulated them into lyrics, his brothers reading it over with worry on their faces.

“This…seems a little vindictive, Dami.” Tim said, holding the piece of paper between his forefingers.

“It’s not even based on them this time!” He defended himself with lies. “Could be about anyone, really.”

“ Car rides to malibu?” Duke read out loud, incredulous tones to his voice. “That alone is a giveaway.”

“Shut up, no, it’s not!” He sputtered. “Besides, even if it was, which it's NOT, get that smirk off your face this instant Timothy, this sounds more like they actually dated and the person singing is angry over the reuse of the things they used to do. And ‘Damian’ does not sound like ‘Haisley’. I could defend this for hours.”

“Whatever makes you feel better, Dames.” Tim handed back the paper, shaking his head.

Duke hung back a bit longer, going through the rhythm and lyrics with him again.

When they’d finished, he turned to his older brother and asked again. “Are you positive you wanna do this one, Dami? This one…seems kinda vengeful. And when it comes to Jon, I know you're anything but. Plus, don't deny it, I know you've been getting along well with Haisley too, so...”

“My coping method, my life, not yours, Duke.” Damian reminded him a bit sarcastically. He softened a bit after saying it, replacing it with “Thank you for this though.”

“I know you are worried but I'm fine, this is fine, honestly. And besides, only the beginning would ever align with me anyways.”

Duke sighed, a tiny smile appearing. “Okay, Dami. Just let us know when you want to record, i guess.”

Damian sat back on the couch, posting an update on the song that would be uploaded tomorrow.

In a way, his brothers were right. This one was different from the first two, not much pining and more anger. He’d written when emotions were high, and when he sang it, it was less fire and more of an ‘I miss you’.

This whole mess couldn’t be put on anyone but him, after all, it was his dumbass who encouraged Jon to ask her out, and himself who didn’t tell him earlier.

His phone lit up with a text notification from Jon, attached was a screenshot of the post he’d just made and an all caps key smash.

It was selfish, but for a moment he pretended that it was really him that Jon was excited about, not Robin.

He wondered for a bit, if Jon would react the same way if he really knew it was him.

This was how a double life worked, he supposed.

His condolences to the vigilantes in the fictional world.

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impostorsshow · 4 months

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Hello Tumblr city I have nightly doodles

This time it was just finishing up old doodles since I only gave myself 2 hours, and uh. I also had a Garfield x Tom sketch but I decided not to finish that one also if you want to hear about my DSAF au that goes with the image click the read more below

Close up of the image along with the ref I used i wouldnt recommend clicking on any of my images for higher quality since my coloring is very unpolished

Anyway this au is pretty simple but I highly enjoy it so I'm going to rant about it past my bedtime - essentially, I looked at how the good ending is a pretty sad ending, and while it's great when the canon/best endings in games aren't the best outcome, I wanted to fix it /j. Specifically I wanted a good ending for Davenport, fuck the children fuck everything else let's take the morals of the Dave endings in the games and fucking run with them.

So i uh haven't replayed the game in a long while forgive me for mistaking a few details but it follows the ending where you salvage davetrap, and Jack doesn't go past the second layer of the flip side and never meets Dee, but instead of Henry possessing Jack or whatever the fuck happened there, Jack starts to work on a solution. I should mention this is a world where Jack never gets a new phone guy but listens to all of Henry's tapes - but Jack gathers the fact that daveyrap is unhappy because hes not a complete soul, and devises a plan. That plan is just to work with both Dave's, making sure davetrap doesn't cause his business to go under due to child murder but he can't completely stop him and working with flipside Dave to both figure out how to make a robot vessel that looks like Dave and could reasonably pass as looking like a human since it wouldn't need anything for programming or ai or movement that possession would be capable of, and to convince flipside Dave to try and be a complete soul again.

Because from what I've gathered, the whole soul thing means thag when the "child" or in Dave's case the part that doesn't want to deal with murder part of the soul goes away to the flip side, the soul is torn apart since there's still something with a mind in the animatronics, it's just left without the reason part of itself. If we incorporate remnant lore which I'm not going to go very far in it further exemplifies the point that Dave repossessing himself over and over tore his soul apart while normal dead kids just leave the remnant behind but whatever whatever Jack decides that if the two halves of the soul exist in one body again they can merge back together and become one soul capable of the full range of emotions, including happiness.

Also my jacks a bit fucked up in the head because this jack went to Vegas twice and killed the real Fredbear so he's on a slippery slope of almost becoming a Henry Miller pulling this shit and asking Dave to continue repossessing himself, but instead risking losing his soul entirely by asking him to possess something that doesn't have any connection to his dead body. And it works when the "it looks exactly like Dave but he can't go in the rain and doesn't smell like a rotting corpse anymore and also doesnt have nearly as many scars" robot vessel is built and the two try possessing the body. And then Dave helps Jack make a robot body for himself and is built in like 1/3rd of the time since Dave knows how animatronics work and not smelling is a pretty nice feature, except Jack doesn't actually *have* a soul so for all intents and purposes I have no clue how to fix that so the jack body is just sitting in the closet of jacks house useless but it's there.

And like then there's actual lore but I need to go to sleep since I have school tomorrow but Dave and Jack decide to keep running Freddy fazbenders considering Jack doesn't have a problem with murder, and the two soul halves in davetrap argue enough that the murder keeps to enough where Freddy fazbenders just seems like a hotspot rather than it actually needing to be a place in need of getting shut down for an investigation. That and Jack blackmailed the phone guy I forgot his name into helping them cover shit up in exchange for getting a hell of alot of freedom [for a phone guy it's a lot of freedom at least, Fredbears isn't a stranger to murder coverups even if it goes against his morals.] Also the nice part of Dave is only really staying with davetrap because he cares so much about jack because I do support Davesport but I try to keep it at a level of implication so it can be passed off as platonic if someone wants it to be

#dsaf #davesport #oc art #talk talks #original post #i love vira so much #shes so damn hard to draw because of her color scheme but i love her #also this is one of the. very few up to date refs i have of her #i dont draw vira very much and shes gone through alot of design changes very quickly because she didnt look correct without the long shirt #and the cape just spices up the design and i might give her multiple sets of capes so she can have more variety #art

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obey-me-disaster · 2 years

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~After a stressful day~

Asmo x gn!MC. Fluff. !!Slight NSFW warning!!

"Come on my dear relax, I can feel you being tensed up!" the demon said while massaging your shoulders, the warm water surrounding you both. Asmo saw how stressed you were after RAD that day and decided you needed a self care session and a warm bath with rose petals in order for the both of you to relax.

"If you don't wanna talk about your day that's fine by me, maybe I can show you another way to get rid of that tension~". You looked at him for a few seconds. While you had some idea of what he had in mind, you still wanted confirmation from the lust demon himself. "Asmo, what exactly do you have in mind?" At that question the demon turned you around to face him. "Just let me show you, and remember, you don't have to hold back with me" He said while leaning to whisper the last part in your ear "After all, who could hold themselves back with a demon like me in front of them?"

Saying that he let his hands wonder around your body while he started to slowly kiss you. He was taking his time, making you relax and melt into his touch and it worked for a bit. That is until you started to grow unpacient and decided to take matters into your own hands.

You pinned him against the edge of his huge bathtub, starting to kiss his neck, only stopping to say "You said I don't have to hold back with you after all". The demon looked at you like he fell in love all over again "You just know how to turn me on my dear!". The only things that could be heard were Asmo's quite moaning and the sound of you kissing him.

When you went to kiss down his jawline and neck again you stopped for a second to look at him. Asmo sensing that the kissing has stopped has started to look worried at you. "Did something happen, love? Why did you stop, it was going so good!!". You just looked at him for a bit before saying "What are you going to wear tomorrow?". The demon looked quite surprised at you, did you really stop kissing him cause you were curious about him clothes? "Hmm, I am not sure yet, I have soo many choices that I can show you after we are done here! Why the sudden curiosity? Do you want to wear matching clothes?!" He stopped for a second to think "I have soo many ideas now! And of course you would want to match with your truly, who wouldnt?!"

You gave him a quick kiss in order to stop him from talking. "Is not that Asmo...I just don't want to leave a mark in a place that could ruin your outfit. I know how much you care about your fashion sense and I don't wanna ruin any plans for your look for tomorrow!" The lust demon looked at you like you grew a second head before jumping in order to hug, nearly making you trip and fall in the bathtub. "Oh, Mc, I love you so much, not as much as me but a really close second!" He said while kissing you all over your face "I am suppossed to be the one that makes you fall in love over heels for me but it seems that I am the one that just keeps falling in love with you more and more~" He gives you one more kiss to your lips. "Any mark from you could never ruin my outfit, in fact, it would make it better! To wear something that could show everyone your love for me is not gonna ruin it"

You felt your face growing hot after hearing all of this...or was it from the warm water, you were not sure anymore. "Now that I know you will be happy with anything that I give, shall we countinue from where we left-"

You barely finished your sentence before Asmo started to kiss you again. "My sweet MC, you didn't even have to ask~".

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmodeus #obey me shall we date asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me imagines

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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HI BAE ok no pressure at all take ur time BUT can i request a fake dating to real dating trope w levi & gn!reader. maybe slight angst to comfort/happy ending & could be a bit ooc if u want. IK ITS NOT THE HOLIDAY YET BUT maybe hange wouldnt stop teasing abt how levis single & #bitchless & valentines day is nearing & levi just blurts out that ur his valentine & him w u to shut hange up & hanges like |⊙o⊙|. so levi hurriedly asks u to play along his fake dating/vday scheme for his sake (u actually secretly like him) & agree to help him. along the way u both start to fall for e.o but ur aware its just for face u ignore ur feelings & continue w the act up until vdays over meaning ur act would be too. so u wish to levi u hope the act went well & part ways to ~lessen ur pain~ but levi stops u before u leave saying he actually wants it to be real this time & to stay w u🥹

I'm so sorry it took so long for me to write this. I think I've started over more times than I can count :'). I feel like this is such a wonderful request, but it somehow felt like I couldn't do it justice. I hope you somewhat like it.

Hope everyone's doing fine 🤍✨

Word Count: 2.550

‘Have you ever had a girlfriend?’, Hange’s red cheeks gave away that she may have too much to drink.

‘No’, Levi let out an annoyed sigh.

‘Have you ever kissed a girl?’, she took another sip, a smirk on her face. ‘You’re even more of a pain in the ass when you’re drunk, you know that?’.

‘That’s a no. Right, Erwin? He’s never kissed a girl, I’m sure of it’.

‘Tell her to shut up, Erwin’, Levi’s cold eyes followed Hange’s drunk gestures. ‘You know… It’s Valentine's Day next month. Spending it in your office again?’.

He didn’t know why. He didn’t know why he felt the need to lie, but before he could even think about it …

‘No’, Levi sighed while looking at the ceiling, ‘I’m going on a date’.

‘Right’, Hange laughed while trying to keep herself from crying as she wrapped her arm around her stomach, ‘A date? With whom?’.

‘A date?’, Erwin frowned, his arms leaning on the table, ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone?’.

Why did his heart start to race? Was he seriously panicking? Over something this petty?

‘Is it someone of the Corps? It has to be. You never go out!’ Hange leaned over the table, her nose almost touching Levi’s.

The Corps? It had to be someone from the Corps. She would never believe him if he told her it was someone from the city…

‘Y/N’.

‘What?’, Erwin’s eyes slightly widened, ‘Y/N? Squad leader Y/N?’.

‘Never’, Hange sat back down, ‘They would’ve told me’.

‘I told them not to’, his crescent-shaped eyes stared into Hange’s. He couldn’t look at Erwin, because Erwin would see right through his lies.

‘Fine, I’ll ask them’, Hange raised her hands as she stood up from the table, ‘They’re probably in their room right now so…’.

‘Don’t be childish’, Levi closed his eyes, trying to remain calm as his heart was racing, ‘You can ask them tomorrow, I don’t care’.

‘I will’, she narrowed her eyes. ‘Good’, Levi placed down his cup, ‘I’m going to my office. See you tomorrow’.

He lazily raised his hand in the air as he heard the ‘goodnights’ from his friends.

‘Shit’, his pace fastened as his mind started to race. Why did he get himself into this mess?

‘Just knock’, his fist hovered over your door, ‘Just ask. They don’t mind’.

He carefully knocked on your door, straightening his back while doing so.

‘L-Levi?’, you widened your eyes, ‘Is everything okay?’. ‘I did a stupid thing’, he sighed as he leaned against your doorframe. ‘Huh?’, you tried to ignore how close he was; how his scent made your cheeks burn. ‘I told Hange and Erwin you’re my date for Valentine. So, if you could pretend that we’re dating-’.

‘W-what?’, your eyes flew open, your teeth nervously nibbling on your bottom lip. ‘She kept teasing me, about how I’ve never been with someone and I…’, he took a deep breath before continuing, ‘I told her I had a date and when she asked with whom, I blurted out your name. Probably because you’re the only squad leader that’s-‘.

He frowned as he took in the sight in front of him. You were blushing, head turned towards the ground in shame. To be honest, you looked as if you were about to cry.

‘Are you alright?’, his cold gaze studying every part of your body, ‘Look. You don’t have to play along, but I would really appreciate it’.

‘Okay’, you shyly responded, eyes still fixed on the ground. ‘Really?’. ‘Hm’, you nodded in response. ‘Thanks’, a cold sigh before he turned around, ‘Goodnight’.

‘N-night’, a response too quiet for him to hear.

---

‘Morning’, Levi sat down next to you, ‘Done with interrogating them, Hange?’. ‘Can’t believe you didn’t tell me’, she pouted. ‘Did you sleep well?’, Levi placed his hand on your thigh, softly pinching it. ‘I-I did’, a nervous giggle, butterflies dancing in your stomach. ‘Good. ‘I’ll see you after training? Thought we could eat something together’. ‘S-sounds good’. ‘Perfect, I’ll see you tonight then’, a soft kiss on your cheek before he walked away.

He never did this before, but somehow it felt natural to him. His hand on your thigh, the feeling of your soft cheeks, your musky scent…

‘Levi?’, you ran behind him, trying to catch up. ‘What?’. ‘D-do we really see each other tonight or-‘, ‘Of course not. I have better things to do’.

But he wanted to. If he was being honest, he wanted to have dinner with you.

‘Sorry’, you tried to hide your disappointment, ‘I’ll see you at the meeting then’.

---

‘I’m going to bed’, you stretched yourself before getting up, ‘See you guys tomorrow’.

‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’.

‘I’m sorry?’, you nervously looked into his tired eyes.

‘Tsk’, Levi stood up from his chair as he walked towards you, ‘Goodnight kid’. Two rough hands met your soft cheeks, pulling you in for a swift kiss.

He didn’t want to do this. No, he only did this, so people really believed him. That’s what he told himself, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that your soft lips tasted like honey or that your little whimper sounded so sweet.

‘Night’, you hastily made your way to the door, too embarrassed to look at the others.

‘Aaaaaa’, Hange couldn’t hide her excitement anymore, ‘I never expected to see you kiss someone!!!’. ‘You’re not the only one’, a smirk on Erwin’s face. ‘Shut up’, Levi coldly looked at his friends, ‘I’ll be in my office’.

Why? Why was he suddenly standing in front of your door again? He was walking to his office, so why was it so hard to walk past your room?

‘Kid?’, a soft knock on your door.

No answer.

‘Y/N?’, his hand on your door, slowly opening it. He knew he couldn’t enter without you answering, but he had to check. He had to know that you were fine.

‘H-huh?’, two scared eyes looking into his.

Awkward. This was the most awkward moment he ever experienced.

‘L-levi?’, your bottom lip trembling in embarrassment as you clumsily tried to hold some sheets in front of your body, ‘Y-you-‘.

He wanted to look away. He even tried to, but the way you hastily grabbed the sheets, the way they were trying to cover up your perfect figure as you sat in your underwear in your bed… He couldn’t look away.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t look at him. Your eyes were fixed on your messy sheets as your shaking hands tried to hold them as close as possible to your body.

‘I’m sorry. I knocked but when you didn’t answer I was worried-‘. ‘I-it’s fine’, your voice shaking. ‘I should probably go. I’ll see you tomorrow’. ‘Hm’, a nervous hum in response.

With every step he took further away from you, the more his heart filled with regret.

---

Weeks passed, and he couldn’t deny it. He couldn’t deny the warm, tingly feeling he got every time his hand intertwined with yours, or the disappointment he felt when he didn’t kiss you goodnight because there was no one in the room to see. After all, this was still an act. He didn’t care about you; he wouldn’t allow himself that privilege. The privilege of caring about someone, of being cared for. He wouldn’t place such a burden on himself.

‘Valentine's Day is next week’, Levi sighed as he grabbed some tea from the cupboard. ‘I know’, you softly smiled as you took a bite from your apple, leaning against the kitchen counter, ‘Shouldn’t you be at Erwin’s meeting? Hange’s there’.

There it was again. Your smile. He loved, but hated it just as much.

‘Levi?’, you frowned as he kept staring at you, his lips tightly pressed together. ‘I’m sorry’, he cleared his throat, forcing his gaze away from you. ‘Can I ask you something?’, a shy step towards him, your head lowered towards the ground. ‘What?’, a forced, firm expression on his face. You didn’t know what you were thinking, but you clearly weren’t when you wrapped your arms around his waist, your head resting on his shoulder, ‘Do you-‘.

No. You couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t let this happen.

‘Don’t’, he interrupted you, his arms coldly resting next to his body, ‘Don’t do this. Don’t make it awkward between us. I only asked you this because there’s no one else in the Corps I could’ve asked’. His hand softly pinching your arm as he pushed you away, ‘There’s just one week left Y/N. I’ll never talk to you again if I don’t have to after this, so please don’t embarrass yourself’.

He pretended he didn’t notice your insecure stance, or the tears building up in the corner of your eyes. It was better like this. After Valentine’s Day, you two could be strangers again and everything he was feeling now would fade away.

---

‘What’s it like being in a relationship with the Captain? Is he romantic?’. ‘Sasha, you can’t ask something like that. Idiot!’, Jean softly smacked the back of her head. ‘It’s nice’, you smiled back at her, ‘He isn’t always an asshole’.

‘Who isn’t?’.

‘No one’, you quickly replied as he sat down next to you. ‘Go sit at another table, I have to discuss something’. ‘A-ai, Captain’, two nervous smiles as Jean and Sasha got up.

‘Which restaurant do you want to go to on Valentine’s Day?’. You chuckled, shaking your head in response, ‘None’. ‘I’ll choose then’.

Choose? He’d made the reservation weeks ago. He knew perfectly well where he was going to have dinner with you.

‘I don’t want to go. I’ll be happy once this shit-show is over’.

This wasn’t like you. You never acted so cold towards him.

‘I’m sorry-‘, ‘Don’t’, you interrupted him, ‘Just a couple of days’.

This is what he wanted, right? He wanted you to hate him, to be disgusted by him… So why did it feel so wrong? Why did he care?

‘Kiss me’. ‘Excuse me?’, you frowned. ‘Hange’s watching. Don’t want her to see through this’.

At this point, he didn’t understand what he was doing, or feeling for that matter. He knew Hange wasn’t watching. He knew no one was, but it’s been days since he felt your touch, and he needed it, more than anything.

‘F-fine’, cheeks already blushing.

He didn’t know why he pulled you closer, why he decided to kiss you like this during lunch, when everyone saw him. He didn’t care that his hand grabbed your waist as his other cupped your cheek. That he decided to kiss you with more passion than usual.

‘Sorry’, that’s all he could say when he saw how confused you felt as you quickly headed inside.

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‘Got you this’, Levi let out a cold sigh as he handed you the bag, ‘Wear this tomorrow’. ‘W-what?’, your brows pulled together as you carefully grabbed the bag. ‘I already made a reservation in a nice restaurant at the beginning of this, so we’re going tomorrow’. ‘I-I don’t want to’.

‘I don’t care. We’re going. I want Hange to know I spent at least one Valentine’s Day with someone. Otherwise, she’ll bother me again next year’. ‘F-fine’, you turned your head to the side, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow’, you closed the door of your room, not bothering to wish him goodnight.

---

‘We’re going to be late’, Levi sighed against your door, ‘Hurry’. ‘R-ready’, you slowly opened the door.

He couldn’t hide it. No one would’ve been able to. You looked stunning in the clothes he got you.

‘Finally’, he swallowed away his inappropriate – and unintended – thoughts. ‘Here’, he held out his arm, ‘Let’s do this properly’. ‘I don’t need to hold onto your arm’. ‘I know, but it’s a man’s way of showing he belongs with you, so please hold it’. You reluctantly placed your hand on his arm, walking through the hallways towards the carriage.

‘Hange didn’t see us’, you sighed as you looked out of the window. ‘No?’, he chuckled, ‘You didn’t see her staring out of the window when we were walking towards the carriage?’. ‘Tsk’, you smiled, ‘She doesn’t need to behave like a stalker’.

‘H-huh?’, you froze as you felt his hand on your leg. ‘It’s become a habit, sorry’.

He didn’t take his hand away from your leg, even though he apologized. It felt as if it was glued onto it.

‘How long before we get there?’, you tried to tear through the awkward atmosphere. ’15 minutes’.

---

‘Dinner was nice’, you slowly opened your door, ‘You didn’t have to pay for it though’. ‘I’m a man, not a boy’, his crescent-shaped eyes stared through yours, ‘A man pays for dinner-‘. ‘When he’s dating someone, not when he’s putting up an act’, you interrupted him.

Another silence.

‘Anyway’, you tried to hide the lump in your throat, ‘I hope the act went well. I’ll guess I see you around’.

His heart sank to his stomach when he saw you opening your door. What about Easter? Easter’s something you celebrate with someone, he could celebrate it with you, right? This didn’t have to end. He didn’t want it to. Not now.

‘Wait’, he placed his hand on yours, closing the door shut. ‘What?’, you lowered your eyes, ignoring the way his warm breath met your ears, his body leaning against yours.

‘Don’t leave me’, a broken whisper as he let his head rest in the space between your shoulder and neck, ‘Stay, please’.

‘W-what do you mean? I’m a squad leader, I’m not going anywhere’. ‘That’s not what I meant’, he gently grabbed your waist, ‘You know what I meant’. ‘B-but you said-‘, ‘I didn’t mean what I said back then, Y/N. I want you. I want you more than anything. You’re always on my mind, and I can’t even count how many times I’ve lied about Hange watching us so that I could kiss you. I ache for your taste, for you. I need you, always. I don’t want this to end, so please...’, a shaky sigh against your shoulder, ‘Please stay with me’.

He took a step backward as you turned around to look at him.

‘Okay’, you whispered, a tear streaming down your cheek.

He knew you wanted to say so much more, but you didn’t have to. He could see it in your eyes, despite the tears rolling down your cheeks, despite your insecure posture… He knew you cared about him, just as much as he cared about you.

‘I’m in love with you, Y/N. For quite a while now’, he gently wiped the tear from your cheek, ‘And I’ve been waiting too long to do this’.

He cupped your cheeks, like he did so many times by now, but he didn’t kiss you like usual. No, this time let all restraints go. He needed to taste you, to show you he wanted you more than anything else. He wanted you to know how addicted he was to you and how crazy he was about you.

‘Mine, you’re mine’, he whispered as he let his forehead rest against yours.

‘I’ve always been yours’.

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bridgyrose · 1 year

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AU where Blake and Ruby get switched as babies, and only find out when they go to introduce their SO (one another) to their parents.

Ruby paced around the dorm when she had heard the news: her parents were going to make their way out to Beacon to meet with her. It wasnt like she didnt want to see them, but after running away and reaching out on a whim from Blake, everything felt like it was moving quickly. With each step, she muttered under her breath as she tried to figure out the best way to handle this.

“If you’re that nervous, maybe you should let them know,” Yang suggested. “I mean, dad doesnt come around for Blake or I unless we want him to. Maybe your parents will do the same.”

“Its more complicated than that.” Ruby sighed and sat down to try to collect her thoughts a bit. “I dont not want them to come around, but I didnt… leave on great terms. I…. I said a lot of things that I regret and I know they’ll be upset with me.”

Blake sat down next to Ruby and pulled her in close. “Its not like you joined the White Fang or anything like that. I bet they’ll be happy that you’re safe, healthy, and working on being a huntress.”

Ruby nodded and gently brushed her fingers through her hair with a heavy breath. “And… you wouldnt mind be there with me when we meet them?”

“Of course not. And… when you’re ready, you can meet my dad.”

“I’d like that.”

Blake smiled and kissed her cheek, helping her relax. “Everything will work out, I promise.”

Ruby nodded and relaxed into her girlfriend. She pressed into Blake as her nerves started to melt away, her fears started to calm as her eyes closed. “Maybe we can take them around Vale tomorrow after they get here. I’m sure we can find a couple restaurants they’ll like.”

“You just want fish again.”

“Can you blame me? I grew up on an island where most of our food was fish, rice, and fruit. You sorta get used to it.”

“I know.” Blake smiled and rubbed Ruby’s back. “All I ask is that you dont go overboard this time.”

Ruby smiled and started to doze off a bit, answering sleepily. “You know me, overboard is my middle name.”

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Ghira paused as he looked over Blake, his eyes moving between her and Kali as he noted the similarities between the two. A nervous smile crossed his lips as he watched her bow to him. “Blake Xiao Long, right?”

“Rose, actually.” Blake slowly extended her hand to him. “I took my late mother’s last name as a reminder on who I strive to be.”

“I see…” Ghira winced as Kali jabbed him in the side. “She must’ve been a great huntress. And from the looks of it, you seem to be good for Ruby.”

Ruby nodded and pulled Blake a little closer. “She’s helped me get onto the right path to being a huntress. And maybe you can get to know her a bit more over lunch?”

Ghira nodded. “Your mother and I will meet up with you in Vale. And maybe we can meet Blake’s father later today. If he’s not busy.”

Blake nodded. “I’ll give him a call and Ruby and I will make sure we’re ready to head out in a couple hours. Until then, we could show you to the gardens for you to relax while you wait.”

“I think we’ll be able to find them on our own.” Ghira smiled and waved his daughter and her girlfriend off as he pulled Kali close to him and started to walk through the Beacon halls. His mind started to wander, only being brought back when Kali finally talked.

“Blake’s supposed to be our daughter, isnt she?” Kali asked.

“You noticed that too then?”

“Hard not to when she looks similar to my own mother.” Kali leaned into and let out a heavy sigh. “I always wondered why her eyes were different when we brought her home, but I… guess I never questioned it. That doesnt make us bad parents, does it?”

“Maybe, but its too late to correct that now. Ruby’s our daughter and she’s turning out to be much like you when you were younger. We’ve done something right with that.”

Kali nodded a bit. “But you still worry that we’ve done something wrong, right? That by this whole mix up, we lost our daughter and took someone else’s?”

Ghira shook his head, then sighed. “I’m worried about what will happen if her real father finds out and wants her back. We just got her back and I dont want to lose her again.”

“We wont. We’ll fight tooth and nail to keep our daughter, and get to know the one we lost.”

#ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #blake belladonna #ghira belladonna #kali belladonna #ladybug #rwby ladybug #blake x ruby #family swapped #family swapped au #drabbles

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bigashyn · 12 days

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Quite frankly. This is my first time but this is like an Italian Eren x Black reader or any resder doesnt matter. But definitely referencing A bronx tale so 😣 .

Tell it like it is.

eren's pov .

Growing up in the bronx was nothing to laugh about. Always someone fighting on the street, or someone losing their lives over a stupid parking space. It was stupid. My pops, Griesha, Always had told me that, " Being a man is about providing, protecting, and loving." i aint never understood, i was only 9 when he told me that. Thinking back, im happy he had told me that, cause im happy where i am. My ma, Carla, She was the most beautiful women ever, Brown beautiful eyes. Shes a look. In my neighborhood we had one rule. No blacks allowed. Me and my bestfriend, Armin never understood why not, We've never seen a black women, but we've seen so many African american men, Thats why we didnt really like seeing the colored men, They seemed to not like Jean and connie, Thats my other friends, They're cool, but they go to far for me. My pa always said that black women were beautiful but wouldnt love us italians all because we were white and that they fear the way we'll treat them, so keepong our distance would be best. Moving on, We'll talk about some people in the neighborhood, Since me and my dad had an Off and on relationship, It had been a hard couple of years, but my dad was a great person, I love my dad but. When i was younger, i had witnessed a murder, and it involved a guy by the name of, Levi ackerman, We call him stone face, Because he was a stone faced killer, His younger cousin, Mikasa likes me, but i never notice her like, I really dont find any women from my neighborhood beautiful.

But Levi was like a father to me, Him and his partners, Hanji, and Erwin. Really we call them eyeglasses and eyebrows, treated me like a son. When me and my dad argued about stone and his friends, He always told me levi couldnt trust anyone. Bullshit, bullshit. My dad is just a bus driver, What could he know, My first car was a cadillac. My dad wasnt so happy because stone let me borrow it. But moving on now, 6 years, Im hanging out with my friends, We're drinking, In front of our club, We're laughing, and everything having fun. But then we see the school bus for the other side, A black boy was looking at us. I waved with a smile and the kid was confused of why i was being nice but Jean, Horseface.Stood his fatass mouth up and shouted, " Whatchu looking at huh? Get the fuck up out of my neighborhood nigga." I had butted in and said " Come on, Is that necessary man? He just tryna get to school." Thats when connie stands up and starts cussing the kid out, but hell nah, me and armin, we saw stone face. yeah nah we sat down quick while they was avting a total fool . " Jean, Connie, Sit the fuck down ." That was levi, he was serious, Pissed almost, " Come on stoney, we was just fuckin arou-." he aint give a fuck,Punched in the gut, Jean shouldnt have said shit. I heard my name being called, My dad was calling me " Eren!, Eren !" i jogged ova there , " whats up pops?"

" Come take a ride with me."

" Do i have to."

" Do u mind?"

I hop on the bus and took my seat.

" Pop, i was busy."

" I just miss your face son."

" miss you too pop."

i start to look around while making small talk with my fatha, lookin at the passengers, One person in particular stood out to me.

i saw the most beautiful women ever. Not just a regular one on the street, she presented herself well. A black women, or lightskinned? She had dark brown eyes, Her hair was beautiful, Curly, down ( Or u can change it up!) and she wore a yellow sun dress. She looked like a goddess, So beautiful.

She rang the bell while looking me dead in the eye, and thats when i heard the song " Tell it like it is." play.

"life is too short to have sorrows. U may be here today but gone tomorrow."

She waved me off and i watched her walk off with her perfect full hips and butt, but i was mainly stunned by her beautiful face. By coincidence, Armin was on the bus and he looked at me wide eyes and waved me to sit with him. Beautiful. Just wow.

" Eren! you kno-."

" I know damnit. But damnit she was so beautiful."

" She was."

I cant help it, i shouldve made my move, She had curly hair, dark brown eyes, beautiful hips and waist, i have to see her again."

" She has to go to our school man."

" I hope."

I pray i see her again in her beautiful white sundress that swung in the wind .

5 days later .

Y/n Pov.

That white boy is beautiful. Brown hair, Long, Emerald eyes, a tall build, He's my age. He's gorgeous.

i was walking in school, with my girls. we were talking about the Mean boys, Tyrel and Tyler. Twins. They were aigh, They wasnt allat. i wouldnt date them.

Walking further into the halls. I turned the corner almost bumping into some white boys. Oh my .

He was there

Ay dios mios.

being a mixed girl was hard, Especially being more than just biracial, idk what they call it but im like 4 races because my parents are both 50/50. Black, Domincana, and also brazilian and creole. Too much shit. Connie and jean, They make fun of my ass, i hate them crackers.

but that one gringo boy from the bus, Was too gorgeous. Very beautiful.

i was scared, His beautiful Emerald eyes stares at me so gracefully, almost calling my name, He walked pass while his friends said " Thats one pretty light black bitch." it was offensive but the boy defends me, saying " come on man, u still in that bullshit , that aint cool, she's beautiful, ur just shit talking it." the boy i knew as armin nudged him hard, whispering something but the boy aint care. he defended me and my girls, He definitely aint no little ass boy, giving man.

" Girl who is that?"

" For real, He defended us like u was his girl?"

" i dont know him, Met him on the bus ride home and girlll."

" Girl, no boy like him can please."

" We 18 now, We can hit on first night."

" OKAY OKAY GUYS. We're 18, but i dont have sex unless its love."

my girls fell quiet and i look at my girl, Amania, She gave me that look and i suddenly hear.

" Then make it love y/n."

there he was.

" how do you know my name emerald."

" my names eren! How are u? we finally meet?!"

the girls walked away fast, they were scared.

" im good, but you know-"

" i know i know i mean good."

" mhm."

" i wanted to know if u wanted to go to the movies, this is so random im sorry."

" Its fine! i woulda love to go with you, but, Im a mulatto, and i dont think its acceptable or appropriate for u-."

" Hey, i aint worried about shit they gotta say abt us. Imma follow ma heart n its tellin me i want u, So when u wanna go to the movie baby??"

" Tomorrow at 6 okay?"

" Perfect i'll sit here til 6!"

i had giggled, He's so silly and i just met him y'all, we have to be together .

eren pov.

Today is the day, im seeing y/n, im ready, But first... i have to ask stone face killer for a car. Most preferred a camero. I walked to the gentlemans club and first thing i hear is " Hey Ej, come in man."

It was stoney.

" Hey levi."

" Hey kid."

" Uh can i ask u something?"

" yeah wsp?"

" Can i use ur camero to see a beautiful girl."

He stood there and smiled softly and yelled " Big brows and Smart glasses, Take'em to the dealership, buy my boy a new car. Now."

Next thing you know, im rolling down the street with a camero. Its a dream come true! .

I make it to the movies. I see her almost immediately. Looking stunning.

a beautiful dress. black, had pink flower outlitted along the sides, and it was sleeveless, more like a croptop. Her hair, Looked flat ironed, Or somethinf but it was long, Right about bra strapped lenght, beautiful pink heels and accessoried with a black and pink bag.

" Hey beautiful.."

" Hey e!"

" U look stunning baby"

" oh.. thank you eren." She was nervous, Visably.

" Dont be nervous Y/n."

" I just wanna lyk.ik all u thinkin about is prolly sex with me, but i dont do first date unless u got something to prove. Especially with our rules around here."

"First night stands? if ur down im down mama, but i understand nd respect u .'

" i only run it if u can prove me sum."

we walk in, i have a condom in my pocket just in case and i have about 4k on hand, just in case she really wanna see.

30 minutes."

its happening, We're holding hands laughing at the movie, a connection.

" Eren."

" Yes ?"

" Can i do something please?"

" Yeah go for it."

She grabbed me by the neck and was appoaching closely, and our lips brushed. I wasnt scared or nun, but i was a bit thrown back. but she didnt care, she grabbed my neck softly with her nice and gentle hands and kissed me. DEEPLY.

inserting her tongue. I guess y/n forgetting that i still am a dominant person because right now in the middle of the movie theatre, We're fighting for dominance. Y/n must be a switch or something cause its a run for my money. but it was cut short when i won and the kiss was parted.

Thanks to levi and them, its a private movie threatre.

Me and y/n sit there, looking each other dead in the eye. Her eyes were different tho, Brighter, Almost a hint of love and lust in a mixture. She starts straddling me, and i notice something about her face.

She cant be fully black. But God, Who cares, African american women are beautiful in the making, The melanin in their skin, They're beautiful curls and big lips and perfect button noses.

Y/n POV.

Erens eyes. they stare at not just my face, My body, My whole. I feel his bulge right at my entrance because i am straddling him. I was feeling him, in his nice white shirt and dress pants. My dress is a bit higher since the way i was sitting rolled it up. His hands. Que carajo, his hand placement is driving me crazy. I start grinding and i earned a groan out of eren.

" Baby, Ur so pretty."

i stayed quiet. I didnt know what to say. He had so much dominance whilst im on top of him.

I take him in my mouth once again. Eren and I are going at it and at this point, I start shredding him of his clothes. I part the kiss to get a glimpse. His body is absolutely wrenching, My womanhood has betrayed me, my body as well. Eren is right now looking at my like he'll devour me. His bulge bulging.

" i know we just met eren. but i want u to take my Virginity."

Erens pov.

lets fucking go.

shes a virgin.

Virgins get wet so easily.

i had nothing more to say. I strip her dress off in one motion. Her curves.. her love handles, Her breast, Her ass. Everything is perfect. Any man would fall.

I saw her try and get on her knees to suck me off, but i wanna please her. I've had my dick sucked by plenty, but i dont deserve to have it sucked by her. she's too precious.

" baby get on the chair and keep the panties on, but open ur legs for me, i wanna please u."

Before she cod protest, She sat down, Patiently waiting. I take it all in. This woman. I look around to make sure no one is around.

She opens her legs wide, And i see her womanhood. Wet. I start from her beautiful pedicured feet, i start kissing down, To her ankles, knees, Upper thighs. i noticed she starts shivering and i notice how wet she actually is. it's pretty dark, but now im up close, Beautiful, just beautiful. I start bruising her inner thighs in hickies. her skin so light that the bruises are gonna b way noticeable, her raspy voice now pleads for me to start.

" Papi, Por favor, dedame."

I didnt know she spoke spanish, but that made it a 100x's sexier. I start by slowly massaging, up and down, Going over her clit, i hear small moans and small little sayings. then i insert them all the way in her tight hole. i could barely fit too.

" Ahhh, Eren!"

silent, so i know now, i have her where i want her for sure. I put my mouth of her clit, i lick slow, not fast, i wsnt her to be comfortable, but by the way shes moaning, she sounds like she fingers herself.

" mmm, papi, por favor go faster people. multitask on me."

Multi task.. I suck her clit, and shes moaning louder and louder. but she didnt expect me to insert 2 fingers in her, the speed is intense.

y/n pov

It's building up inside of me, Just building and building. Im starting to feel sensitive down there, Really sensitive, My stomach is flexing, And my legs are tense. I try closing my legs, i never knew how strong men were but eren didnt let my legs close. I started moaning and screaming, And i started shaking. And finally i came. All over his beautiful face. But he didn't halt. He was trying to prove something, the pressure, the build up didn't stop.

" Eren, Please, Oh my, I can't please eren." i wasnt asking him to stop. i wsnt him to keep going.

" Eren im going to cum."

i never knew it'd feel this good but it's different. I was gonna scream his name, Thats what he wanted. I felt my breath catch in my throat and i finally cum but not cum. I squirted.

" Eren ! Por el amor de dios! Aiii, Tato."

Erens hair hung lose.

erens pov.

im hungry for sex now.

she can see it.

please dont blue ball me.

" baby im gonna need some help."

i didnt want head from her. She knows what i want.

" U have a condom papi?"

her accents out. It's kinda rugged, Not ugly tho. Beautiful, Sexy. its a mixture.

" Of course baby."

I take it out my pocket, and i hand her the condom. I'll let her roll it on. Her beautiful gentle lotionized hands, Glaze my jeans, and unbotton them, Rolling my underwear as well down to my dick.

" No peudo soportarlo, es muy grande papi."

I understood the last part for sure.

" No, Baby, U can take it, just make sure to stay wet, mkay."

She nodded.

I pick her up and i put her against a wall, I want to watch her facial expressions this time. Her beautiful mascara is kinda messed her, Her lip liner combo is also messed up, but she'll be fine because shes my girl, she can take anything.

" Okay, If i need to stop for real, Tell me pretty girl."

Oh damnit, We forgot to roll the condom on.

" Wait, we forgo-"

" fuck it. go raw."

" but?"

" ir crudo."

The accent fuck. I slammed inside of her, Earning a wild and whiny moan. I couldnt pace myself, Her voice, the accent, her body, It was too much. So damn beautiful. I was going to fast, Her pussy walls were tighten around me, Too tight, I could barely fit, I basically was streching her all the way out, it was bad, i felt horrible.

" Aiii, Eren ! Por favor papa, Slow down, hurts too much."

I wanted to slow down, but i couldnt, Her accent really came through. Slamming inside, I finally was able to get the whole length.

Y/n pov.

One word. so good.

It hurt, but it ended up easing. His hands grip my hips, I was getting fucked relentlessly against the wall. So damn good, I couldnt take it, Erens beautiful manly voice is roaoring in my ear. Beautiful moans, He's close. He's getting sloppy, and im yelling his name. Jeez. he's fucking my shit up.

next thing i hear.

" Fuck! im gonna cum baby."

imma regret it later but fuck it.

"inside.."

He looked puzzled but he didnt fucking care he came inside. Creampie actually. But as soon as he came out, i squirted.

everywhere.

Embarrasing really... but i dont regret it.

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